Fill what’s empty, empty what’s full, and scratch where it itches, your Grace. That’s my motto.
The eye of your mind—your intelligence; the eye of your heart—your conscience; and the eye of your soul—your instinct.
Fear was the worst evil ever to plague a man, for with it came hesitation and with that, inaction, failure, death.
Time thins the cloth of memory. As the ages pass, its rich colors fade. Strong wool is beaten by the elements until the pattern of its lesson disintegrates, leaving holes in the truth it was meant to carry on. Even the stains of blood bend and bleed,...
